Elizaveth Banda

Biography of Elizaveth Banda

I'm no one special and in time I will be forgotten, but all my writtings are mine and they all come from my heart. I write about love, about hard times, and everything that comes to mind. Im not a writer, but I try to write the best that I can, because I want to write my thoughts. I'm 25 years old and have gone through more heartache that anyone should ever encounter, but its our feelings that create a poem and I hope you all like it.My dream is to get one poem published and that would make me happy...

Elizaveth Banda Poems

Cry
I can cry, but why
All he did was break my heart
He just lied
He lied to me, the one thing that i couldn't deny

I Dont Want To Hurt Him
I dont want to hurt him anymore
but my thoughts are of another guy
Everytime we kiss I'm thinking of that special guy
The one I see in my dreams and the one I think of in the mourning

Boy
he made me laugh, he made me mad
but no matter what, i knew that he was mine
people judged, people laughed
no one knew he was my life

Song
That song, it was my life
Now its my sorrow
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to know it

Slave To Love
As I sit here looking at your picture I remember the love we shared,
The kisses we dreamt about and the touches we craved,
It was an unusual love with no escape, but in each other we were a slave to love
You always kept me running with each beat of my heart as it raced, you were my true love

Stay
No please just don’t go away
I want to be with you here
I want to see your dreams
And I know that I’ll never say goodbye

Let Me Help You
I wish i could help you
your sadness within, your pain of emptiness
you are special, dont think otherwise
I wish I could help

My Friend
You always walked by my side
You always told me I could reach my desires
You never judged me and never let me go
You are my everything and I know with you I can fly

It Was Just A Place
Its just a place, its just a time
I miss you, I wish you were here
here laying by my side
Who was I to choose our path

Unspoken Words
Looking back at all my memories
To remember that kiss
To remember the late nights of comfort
I'm glad I didn't know how he felt

Sick
Im so sick of trying to move on
Im so sick of having to give up
why didn't i just say I was done
why didn't i just stop and realize i was already gone

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Boy

he made me laugh, he made me madbut no matter what, i knew that he was minepeople judged, people laughedno one knew he was my lifehe was rude, he felt his weaknesshe was the one to keep life on the roadhe was the one that showed true desirepeople judged, people laughedbut he was mine